Page 75 of Damaged Beast
“I need this.” I stroke him faster before dropping to my knees.
“Deanna—“
“Shut up and let me.” I yank down his pants and underwear, his cock rock hard by the time I take it in my fist. I sit up and lick histip, swirling tongue around his slit and tasting as I suck him slow at first. His fist curls into my hair and his eyes are glassy with pleasure as my spit rolls down his shaft.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans as I suck him deeper, going as far as I can. He’s huge and he hits the back of my throat, making me gag as I pull back, gasping for air. “Look at you on your knees. So fucking pretty.”
“More.” I take him into my mouth, sucking hard. He snarls, thrusting into my lips. I pull back again, panting. “More, Prime.”
He fucks my mouth, driving between my lips. My spit slides down his dick, gathering around his balls, dripping onto the pavement. He roars with bliss as I slip a hand between my legs and start stroking myself, moaning on his dick as I do it, pleasure building in my core.
But he doesn’t keep me down on my knees for long. He drags me up and kisses me, hammering his mouth to mine, kissing hard and hungry as he manhandles me by the hair, hauling me over to the outdoors table. I yelp as he turns me, pins me down against the top of it, viciously pulling down my pants.
His palm smacks into my ass before his fingers stroke between my legs.
“Look at you baby, you’ve gotten my dick all drenched with your spit. You want to forget everything? You want me to fuck you until you can’t think?”
“Please, Prime,” I groan, looking over my shoulder. His eyes are dark with desire and a thrill runs into my spine as he presses his tip to my entrance.
His grip on my hair tightens as he slowly slides into me, his thick shaft stretching me wide.
Fuuuuck, that feels so good. I arch into him, moaning his name as he fills me to breaking. One stroke back out and another in, slamming hard, making me groan his name as he fucks me from behind.
“God damn it Deanna, every fucking inch of you is bliss.” He squeezes my hips as he fucks me faster, stroking in nice and deep, the table rattling.
“More,” I plead because that’s all I can think of right now. I want the stain of Carbone washed off my skin. I want it replaced with the bliss of Prime instead.
He gives me what I want. Every inch of his big dick drives harder, hammering into me. He fucks me like there’s nothing else in the world. When I cry out, he pulls back and forces me down on my knees again. “Lick my cock clean and ask nicely for more.”
I whimper, sucking him eagerly, pulse hammering. “More, please, more,” I beg as I clean his shaft with my mouth, licking my juices from him.
He moans as I do it, expression burning with need. When I start to touch myself again, he pulls me to my feet, one hand on my throat as he pins me against the glass sliding door. He kisses me as his other hand shoves roughly up my top, teasing my breasts before lifting one leg up, hooking an elbow around my knee, giving him enough space to drive deep into my pussy.
He grinds into me. I groan as he slams in deep and kisses me, biting my lower lip. The other hand increases its pressure on my throat, controlling, reminding me that I’m his, all of me is his.
“I want to watch you while you come,” he snarls, and there’s a note of wild, reckless abandon to him now, a slight quaver I’ve never heard before. He fucks me rough and deep before letting me go and turning me around again, forcing my hands up above my head, palms flat on the cold glass.
He glides into me again, this time taking me like he owns me. I’m so lost I can’t think of anything but him filling me again and again, driving in deep, my back arching and hips bucking to take him more, deeper, more and more, and I’m whimpering and moaning his name, sweat dripping down my spine. He licks my shoulders, bites my back, spanks my ass and grabs my hair tight, grinding deep, growling and out of control as he fucks me.
“Every inch of you is mine, Deanna, my fucking wife,” he breathes. “God you feel so good. I don’t know how much longer I can handle this, baby. I want to fill you to the fucking brim.”
“Oh god yes,” I gasp, using my hands on the door to push against him harder. “Keep going.”
I cry out as he spanks me rough and raw and his moans of pleasure and the way he sounds like he can’t hold on rips me in half. All my triggers pull as the orgasm builds and builds in my core, breaking me to pieces. I shatter on his massive cock, legs shaking as he continues to fuck me harder through it, and his warm breath on my neck as he kisses me and moans my name is the most incredible I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Fuck baby,” he whispers, sliding himself out of me and stepping back. His cock twitches, slick with cum. My heart’s racing so fast I feel like I might pass out. “Look at you. Such a good girl.” He kisses me, thumb tracing a line down my chin before moving into my mouth. I suck it eagerly.
“Did I do good?”
“So fucking good.”
“You’re happy?”
“When I’m with you, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”
I grin like an idiot and kiss him, holding him tightly in the back yard, wondering dimly if anyone heard me screaming in bliss. Probably, and I don’t care.
He drags me inside and up into the shower. We clean each other, taking our time. Some of the horror of the last day slides down the drain with the soap, and when we’re done, he wraps me in a big fluffy robe, kisses my lips, and promises to make me dinner. I finally accept that glass of wine and sprawl on the couch.
